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On Mar 25, 7:10�am, Vinnie Tesla <vin...@vinnietesla.com> wrote:
> Vinnie Tesla Vs. The Nantahack Yacht Club
> Part 4: Morning People
> by Vinnie Tesla
>
> It was very early morning on Nantahack Island, and very slowly I was
> waking up, sleep rising and falling from my brain like waves on a beach.
>
> Blue dawn pressed against my eyelids; metallic birdcall came though the
> open window. I turned away and pressed my face against the warmth of
> Emily's back, nuzzling at the short hairs on the back of her neck. My
> cock, half-hard from some forgotten dream, found the groove of her ass
> and pressed along it. She murmured in distant pleasure or mild complaint.
>
> I slept.
>
> Emily's soft lips pressed against my stiff, dry ones, brushed my
> eyelids. The tip of her tongue flicked playfully across the end of my nose.
>
> "Hey," I croaked.
>
> "Oof! Morning breath!" she giggled, and scooted down under the covers.
> The heat and moisture of her mouth found my left nipple. I groaned in
> pleasure. Then her head was laid sideways across my chest, a pleasant
> weight.
>
> I slept.
>
> "Ow!"
>
> Emily's knee jabbed at my thigh as she attempted to scramble on top of me.
>
> "Sorry," she murmured perfunctorily, then began to gnaw at my neck. �My
> cock at once began to swell.
>
> "This is my wakeup call?" I said.
>
> "Noh ah aww," she mumbled through a mouthful of trapezius. "Doh mih me.
> Keeh sleehing." She lifted her hips for an instant, then descended
> again, trapping my hard-on between our bellies, and began grinding
> against it.
>
> "That may be tricky," I said. And then: "Ooh!" as her groin slid against
> mine at a particularly pleasurable angle.
>
> "Oh, " she said brightly, releasing my neck. "Well, if you happen to be
> awake already." She scrambled up until she was squatting nude on my
> chest. "Cold!" she complained as the bedroom's air hit her skin. She
> limboed back gracefully, �obscenely, displaying the fleshy dark petals
> of her cunt to my ever-hungry eyes. Craning a bit further, she grasped a
> corner of the down comforter at the foot of the bed. "Hah!" she cried,
> and sat upright again, wrapping her head and shoulders in its bulk, a
> bottomless babushka, peeping mischievously out of her voluminous hood.
>
> With some wriggling, a hand snaked down through the comforter's folds,
> and appeared over her genitals. �I watched, rapt as always, through
> still sleep-clogged eyes as she �pressed on her mons, displaying her
> clit hood. She leaned forward until her forearm rested on the headboard,
> then angled her pelvis until soft bushy pubic hair, then damp soft labia
> were pressed against my face. �Thus positioned, she rotated against me,
> catching her breath then releasing it in small gasps.
>
> Perversity motivated me to passivity. �She was getting pleasure from me
> to be sure, but I still wasn't giving he what she wanted.
>
> "Lllliiiick" she insisted, somewhere between a demand and a plea,
> drawing out the single syllable to something more like three.
>
> I took a deep breath through my nose, opened my mouth, and pushed at her
> clit hood with my tongue, pushing the soft flesh back over the rigid
> tissue underneath. "Uh-huuuh" Emily sighed. Then the flat of my tongue
> dragged slowly, lightly, along the very tip of her clit. �Her hips
> shuddered and a hand reached down to grip my hair fiercely.
>
> We found a rhythm together, her hips rocking lightly against my face, my
> tongue tip stroking the length of her clitoris steadily. She tried to
> ramp our speed �up, but I resisted, holding her to that slow, teasing
> beat, then I paused and worked my mouth further down, pressing her lips
> open to find the opening, where her fluids were starting to flow. I
> jammed my tongue in as far in as I could, my nose rubbing against her
> clit, my neck straining to hold the position. My hands gripped her firm
> little ass as I played the hummingbird to her honeysuckle and she
> twitched and yelped, her thighs trembling against my ears.
>
> After a moment, the strain on my neck was too great, and my head fell
> back to the pillow. Emily pressed her clit against my mouth once more. �
> "Make me come, Vinnie," she whispered, "Please. " �One of her hands was
> pressing on her mons to make her clit stand out; the other was gripping
> my hair painfully. �The comforter was mounded, forgotten, across my
> chest. Rolling my eyes back, I could see that her forehead was resting
> against the headboard.
>
> Our hips had found the same rhythm, her mound grinding against my face,
> my hard cock pumping against air, my face smothered in hot moisture and
> musky smells.
>
> Her stomach clenched, her ass tightened in my hands. Against my chin I
> could feel her cunt surge as her Kegel muscles clamped down. Emily
> whimpered through clenched teeth, then dismounted and slumped against
> me, pulling the comforter back over us with one hand.
>
> "Thanks," she murmured. "That was yummy."
>
> "Yes, it was," I said, and kissed her deeply to share her taste; she
> responded eagerly. "That was really hot. Feel." I guided her hand to my
> still-rigid cock. She grinned, then gripped it firmly, and I gasped in
> pleasure. "I didn't know you were capable of being so quiet," I mused as
> she started to stroke me.
>
> "Well, when there are cats in the house, you want to be careful about
> running the can opener, especially if you're already running late."
>
> "Running late?" I said, confused.
>
> "Yeah. I'm supposed to be down at the docks in five minutes for a
> paddling class. " She scooped up a drop of my pre-come with her
> fingertip and popped it into her mouth, then sprang out of bed.
>
> "Do you mean like boats," I said, "or--"
>
> She interrupted me. �" I'll see you tonight, okay?
>
> I didn't like this much, but rather than arguing, I took hold of my cock
> and humped up against the ring of my hands, �fixing her with an
> exaggeratedly plaintive, mournful look.
>
> She grinned. "Save some for me," she admonished. "I'm not though with
> you yet."
>
> I continued to jerk off as she got dressed, writhing and groaning as I
> went. �If she was gonna tease me, I'd do what I could to return the
> favor. At last she zipped up her backpack and hefted it, looking back at
> me, �her eyes sparkling, her face still flushed from her recent climax.
>
> "Bye, darlin," she said, and kissed me on the mouth, then leaned over
> and took the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking fiercely for an
> instant, while I continued to stroke the shaft, groaning at the heat of
> her mouth.
>
> Then she was upright again. "Teasing cunt," I hissed between my teeth. �
> "Yup," she said happily, and dashed out the door.
>
> I set to getting myself off in earnest, as the sound of her running down
> the stairs and out the door sounded through the house. I closed my eyes
> and summoned the memory of her cunt pressed against my face. I became
> conscious of a sensation that had been growing for several minutes: I
> needed to piss, badly.
>
> This presented a bit of a dilemma. I could keep going, leading to an
> orgasm muted by the distraction, and followed by �an intense,
> unsatisfiable desire to urinate for several minutes before I'd actually
> be capable of it. �Or I could interrupt my masturbation, �piss after a
> much shorter detumescence interval, then come back and resume. Both were
> frustrating prospects.
>
> After a moment's indecision, I stood and shrugged into a bathrobe, then
> stood with my hand on the doorknob, waiting for my erection to subside
> enough for a moderately decent dash down the hall.
>
> In the bathroom, I decided to brush my teeth first, to buy my cock
> another minute to switch roles effectively.
>
> As I brushed, I heard the creak of floorboards in the hallway, then
> Emily's sister Tina entered without knocking. "G'morning," she yawned,
> shutting the door and leaning against the window frame. I made vague
> noises through a mouthful of foam. Her luscious curves were draped in an
> enormous, old, much-washed tee shirt with SUNCAT on the front. No bra,
> clearly--when she yawned and stretched, her breasts rolled about
> hypnotically. Whether she wore anything below was, by a couple inches,
> tantalizingly unclear.
>
> "Scoot over," she demanded, bumping her hip amicably against mine and
> reaching across for her toothbrush.
>
> "Eyeff huffa," I began, spat toothpaste foam into the sink, and tried
> again. "I'm gonna need to, uh..." I gestured towards the toilet.
>
> "Yeah?"
>
> "To pee."
>
> "I don't mind," she said brightly, and began to brush.
>
> I rinsed my mouth. *Maybe I can hold out a few minutes* I thought, and
> felt the pressure in my bladder increase another notch, as if in
> protest. *Well, I have fucked her,* I argued back, *I guess this isn't
> an inappropriate intimacy* My cock twitched a bit at the memory of
> pounding into her bound body in front of an audience of family, friends
> and neighbors.
>
> *Quit it, you* I told it, and untied the bathrobe. The front fell open,
> and my cock flopped out, swollen but flaccid. I took hold of it, aimed,
> glanced back at Tina. She was gazing eagerly at me, toothbrush poised
> but unused. My cock, ham that it is, swelled a bit more at the attention.
>
> "Can I do anything to help?" Tina offered.
>
> "Can you be boring and unsexy?"
>
> "Nope."
>
> "Then no."
>
> "Okay." She began to brush her teeth at last. �I closed my eyes,
> visualized folding laundry, attempted to recall the quadratic formula. I
> released my bladder, and, after a moment, �piss fanned out from from my
> cock and drummed against the rim of the bowl, just below the lip.
>
> Tina squeaked at the sudden sound, but continued brushing
>
> When I finished, I wiped the head of my cock on a square of paper, and
> flushed, then jostled up against Tina at the sink for room to wash my
> hands. I hadn't bothered to re-tie my bathrobe yet.
>
> "Boysh are neash" she gurgled through a mouthful of suds, then leaned
> over and spit, barely missing my hands.
>
> "Maybe so," I grumbled, "but we're ill suited to certain sorts of
> multitasking."
>
> "Aww," Tina cooed in mock-sympathy. "Did I make it ...*hard* for you?"
>
> I was torn between my general perception that hitting on your
> girlfriend's little sister is generally unsafe and ethically shaky, and
> my acute awareness that local mores were rather more relaxed in these
> matters. "You are being very distracting," I told her.
>
> "No, I'm not," she said. "I'm just being a *little* distracting. Do you
> want me to be very distracting?" She hunched her arms forward so that
> her tits rolled together under her shirt."
>
> "How would you go about that?" I said recklessly.
>
> "Well," she said, "I'm still wearing too much to be very distracting."
> Her thumbs pulled her t-shirt up at the hips until they hooked pale blue
> underpants �and tugged down.
>
> She spread her legs slightly, and the panties dropped to the floor One
> leg stepped out, the other kicked up, �and the crumpled shorts were in
> her hand. "There," she said, and reached up and pressed the gusset
> against my cheek,. It was hot and a little damp. A faint smell of cunt
> reached my nose. "I look the same, but I think I'm distracting you a bit
> better....aren't I?"
>
> "What?" I said.
>
> She giggled. "Exactly."
>
> I took hold of the hem of her t-shirt. "I want to see you," I said, my
> voice thick.
>
> She nodded her consent, and I tugged her shirt up to her neck with
> enough force that she took a little step backwards to maintain her
> balance. Now, curly-furred cunt, broad hips, round tits were revealed. I
> drew breath through my teeth.
>
> I gripped her breasts with both hands and she braced herself against the
> sink, sighing with pleasure at the contact. I took hold of her fat
> nipples and pulled, and her mouth fell open in a gasp. I sealed my own
> mouth to hers, sucking and biting at her plump lower lip while
> continuing to squeeze and massage her tits.
>
> A hand closed on my cock, which, rigid now, was pressed against the cool
> bare skin of her tummy. I groaned at the sensation as her hot little
> hand gripped me. "God, you're hard, Vinnie," she whispered.
>
> "Uh...sure," I quipped brilliantly.
>
> "You like my tits, don't you?" she cooed."
>
> "They're amazing!"
>
> "You want to feel them wrapped around this hard-on?"
>
> I groaned, and a drop of pre-come ran down the head of my cock, over her
> slowly-pumping knuckles. "Um, sure," I gasped.
>
> "You don't sound quite certain," she said with a lopsided grin.
>
> With an effort, I focused my brain enough to address her question.
> "Well, would *you* enjoy it?" I asked.
>
> "You are such a SNAG, Vinnie." she teased. "How would you like it if I
> straddled your leg, and rubbed my slippery hot little honeypot against
> your thigh until I came? Do you think you'd enjoy watching me shudder
> and squirm, feeling my legs clamp down on yours?"
>
> "Hell, yeah." I said. "That sounds really hot."
>
> "There you go," she said, and took her hand off my cock. "I want you to
> fuck my tits, Vinnie."
>
> She tugged off her shirt and sank to her knees on the bathmat, looking
> up at me with broad innocent eyes. "Ooh! You got even harder! You like
> having girls kneeling at your feet, huh?"
>
> I nodded, and she tugged my cock down till it was level with her open
> mouth. She held there for a moment, enjoying the suspense, then lowered
> her hot mouth onto the head of my cock, just letting it rest in her
> mouth for a moment. Then she popped it out and ran her tongue up and
> down the underside the head sliding along the soft skin of her face as
> she worked.
>
> I realized that she was slicking me up for the promised tit-fuck, but in
> the meantime I was groaning with pleasure at the feel of her mouth on me.
>
> Then she rose up on her knees, licked her palm, and ran it along her
> cleavage, before resting my cock along the shining groove and pressing
> her breasts together with her hands �so that much of my shaft
> disappeared between them.
>
> The sensation was startlingly sweet. I groaned and �my hips bucked
> involuntarily. My hands gripped her shoulders, hard, and I rubbed
> against that slick gentle pressure. She was looking up at my face with a
> gleeful expression. "You like my tits, Vinnie?" she whispered. "It get
> you hot rubbing your nasty hard-on up between them like this? You gonna
> come all over my face and neck this way?"
>
> I groaned and twitched. That image was almost enough to set me on the
> path toward orgasm, but the sensation was just a little too teasing, the
> logistics of staying on my feet, of staying pressed between Tina's tits
> too distracting
>
> A couple minutes of increasingly frantic thrusting later, I popped my
> cock out from between her tits. Her face was flushed, her eyes dilated.
> I could feel a thin sheen of sweat cooling my own chest. "I want to fuck
> you," I gasped.
>
> "Yes please," Tina squeaked back.
>
> I gave her my hand, and helped her to her feet, �then roughly whirled
> her by her shoulders, �eliciting a lovely little squeak. I reached up
> and �gathered �her amber curls in my hand, then pushed her head down
> down so that her face was scant inches from her mirror image over the sink.
>
> I leaned in behind her, pressing my now-rigid cock against the crease of
> her bare ass, and gnawed at the exposed flesh of her neck. She groaned
> and ground back against me, bracing her hands on the edge of the sink.
>
> My eyes lifted to her face in the mirror, jaw slack, eyes unfocused. The
> reflection's eyes met mine and she smiled for a moment before sinking
> back into the haze of sensation.
>
> She �whimpered as my hand slid up one thigh to run up the fuzzy crease
> between her leg and her groin. I could feel how swollen her outer lips were.
>
> "Please," she breathed.
>
> "Please what?"
>
> "Please touch my cuuuuuuuuuuuh! Oh! Oh!"
>
> "Fuck, you're wet, you little slut," I told her. "You want something in
> this slick little hole?"
>
> "Uh huh!"
>
> One finger slid in easily, and she gasped. I pulled it out, tried two.
> She shuddered and groaned. Out again, I sucked on my ring finger for a
> moment to get it as wet as the other two, then pressed the cluster of
> three against her opening. �"Uh-huh," she repeated, groaning this time.
> Slowly my fingers slid in to the knuckle; my fingertips touched the firm
> protrusion of her cervix; curved downward to find the fleshy pad in
> front of it. �"Yestherefuckme!" Tina demanded, squirming her hips
> deliciously against my hand. I thrust my fingers inside her and one of
> her own �hands snaked down to circle against her clit.
>
> She groaned loud enough to make me jump, uncertain who else was still in
> the house. I covered her mouth with my other hand, which seemed
> primarily to serve to inflame her further. She screamed against my palm,
> her cunt clamping down on my fingers, her g-spot swelling as I pressed
> against it. She started a series of staccato yelps and I whipped my hand
> out of her, positioning my drooling cock along the crease of her ass.
>
> "Oh, you bastard, " she gasped. "Fuck me!"
>
> I rubbed my cock along her labia, finding the angle with which to
> penetrate her. "You know," Amy said, "I do have a be--oh! Oh, oh, oh!"
>
> Her hips wriggled as I pressed by tiny increments into her cunt. Soon,
> my groin was pressed against the cool cushion of her ass. I leaned down,
> reached around and held her by the throat; pulled her gently back until
> her shoulder blades were pressed against my chest, then angled her head
> up till her eyes met mine in the mirror again. I was grinning. and she
> immediately rocked urgently against me, urging me on to a faster rhythm.
> Frantic with need myself, I matched her stroke for stroke, �until my
> hips were smacking against her ass, my hands gripping her hips with
> bruising force, my own groans at least as loud as the ones of hers that
> had so disconcerted me ten minutes before. She cried out again, and her
> cunt fluttered around the base of my cock.
>
> Both her hands were back on the sink rim to brace herself against my
> slams against her ass; the mirror was shaking a little at the force of
> our thrusts. Her eyes were shut, her brow furrowed with concentration.
> Her mouth hung slack, and she shrieked and gasped, slamming her hips
> back against mine.
>
> Once more I reached around and gagged her with my hand. Her body
> shuddered and she wailed �into my palm. Her cunt clamped down further,
> and one of my strokes went awry, bending my barely pre-orgasmic cock
> painfully for an instant before it slid along the crease of her ass,
>
> Hurriedly, I stepped back a bit to find the angle to reinsert my cock,
> but she had thrust both her hands between her legs, and jammed her knees
> together. �Her shoulders against the sink supporting her weight, she
> screamed into the drain, knees shaking as she reached her climax.
>
> It was a beautiful and inspiring sight, but I craved my own release. I
> reached down and tried to nudge her legs apart so I could re-enter her.
>
> "Gimmie a sec," she gasped. Then: "Y'know what time it is?"
>
> I checked my watch. "Quarter of nine."
>
> "Ohmygod!" she shot upright. "I am gonna be *so* late!"
>
> "I'll try to be quick--" I began.
>
> She looked around, noticed my erection, still rigid and purple, still
> shining with the juice from her cunt."
>
> "Oh, you haven't come yet!" she cooed sympathetically.
>
> "No, I have not," I said a little testily.
>
> "I will so make it up to you. I totally, totally owe you. Thanks, that
> was awesome." and she was out the door before I could compose a reply.
>
> I looked in the mirror, where my erection still bobbed with my pulse.
> "Shit," I said.
>
> What now? A return to Plan A was the obvious choice. Return to bed, and
> spend some time with the smell of the sisters' cunts on my left hand
> while I jerked off with my right. Something in me rebelled, though. I'd
> been passive long enough. It was time for me to take a little initiative.
>
> But first, it was time for me to take a little shower. Authorities on
> these matters recommend cold under such circumstances, but I wasn't
> actually looking to cool my ardor--just contain it a bit longer. Plus,
> you know, cold water--eek.
>
> It was a much cleaner, somewhat more collected, entirely more clothed
> Vinnie who came downstairs twenty minutes later. Pam Upham was �doing a
> crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. "Good morning,Vinnie," she said
> brightly.
>
> "Good morning, Mrs. Upham" I answered. "If there is such a thing. Which
> I doubt."
>
> "Really?" She grinned. "It sounded like a pretty good morning from down
> here. And please: call me Pam."
>
> I was starting to get used to remarks like this. I wasn't quite ready to
> go into detail about my morning, though. "It had it's rewards... and
> it's frustrations," I said after a moment's weighing. Then I noticed the
> smell coming from the mug at her side. "Is that... coffee?" I said, as
> my caffeine demon unfolded itself within me.
>
> "Sure!" she stood up, her cotton v-neck sweater revealing formidable
> cleavage for an instant. "Can I get you a cup? "
>
> "I would kill for coffee," I confessed.
>
> "I actually don't need anyone killed at the moment," she said, getting
> another mug down from the cabinet.
>
> I saw a conversational opening and hesitated a moment, butterflies
> rising in my gut. Then I leapt: "Any other services I can perform for
> you instead then?"
>
> She turned around, French press in one hand, mug in the other, and
> looked me �in the eye. At her grin, the anxiety started to flow out of
> me, my cock thickened in my shorts. "What are you offering? " she purred.
>
> For a moment, I must confess, libido and coffee jones did battle within
> me. After a brief, fierce struggle, the former won--for the moment-- and
> I stepped into her personal space, not touching yet, but very close. Now
> was the time to be bold, I sensed.
>
> "My cunnilingual skills have been well reviewed by a couple experts," I
> said, "including at least one whose opinions I think you respect."
>
> To my surprise, she looked uncertain. "Hmm. I was looking for something
> a little more vigorous. Would that interest you at all?"
>
> "Ah," I said. "Well, you know, I had been thinking how nice it would be
> to strip you completely naked, bend you double on that sofa over there,
> pound the fuck out of you, make you suck me hard again, and then fuck
> you very hard and thoroughly. Does that appeal?"
>
> "Add some slapping and name-calling, and we've got a deal."
>
> "I think these negotiations are progressing nicely. Hand over that cup
> of coffee you're holding, and I'll throw in beating your luscious ass red."
>
> Her eyes widened as she passed me the mug. "You wouldn't!" she said in
> mock-shock.
>
> I took a noisy sip, "I've been dreaming of what sort of noises you'd
> make over my knee for longer than I care to admit."
>
> She positively beamed. "Vinnie, I had no idea!".
>
> I drank more deeply from the mug, then set it down on the counter.
>
> "You lying cunt," I hissed at her, with a little smirk. She drew breath
> and her eyes widened. "If you didn't know the effect your ass had on me,
> why were you waggling it at me on Game Night like a little whore?
>
> I took her by her shoulders and spun her around, then reached around her
> waist to unfasten her shorts from behind, taking the opportunity to nip
> at her ear.
>
> "I have no idea what you're talking ab--OH!"
>
> She reached back to protect her ass from further slaps, but I caught her
> wrists and pinned them in one hand at the small of her back, using my
> other to jerk her shorts and underwear down. I found that a blurry
> handprint was already starting to bloom on the cheek I'd struck.
>
> "Lets see if I can refresh your memory," I said, running my free hand
> greedily across her broad cheeks. "This gorgeous fat ass." I struck
> again, and she twitched and yelped. Her half-hearted struggles pushed
> her shorts down until they puddled around her sneakers.
>
> "Right after the middies pulled you for Game Night, you were shaking it
> at me like a bitch! In! Heat!" I punctuated each exclamation with
> another hard smack.
>
> "Yes!" she confessed. "I wanted your attention."
>
> "Shake it for me again now." I demanded,. "Show me what a shameless
> little slut you are."
>
> After a moment's hesitation, she began waggling her ass slowly from side
> to side. "Good," I said, and smacked her ass �again. "Keep going."
>
> She arched her back and shook more vigorously. �I was loving the show,
> cock rigid in my shorts. �I spanked her in rhythm with her shaking,
> spreading my blows so that the entire expanse of her ass glowed pink.
>
> I was itching to be in her, struggling to restrain myself. I slipped a
> hand between her thighs and she sobbed with pleasure, tossing her head. �
> "Holy shit, Pam" I said. "Your cunt is drooling."
>
> She hesitated a moment, then spoke: "A-actually, in this context, I
> think it's rather sexier if you call me Mrs. Upham. Is that dreadful?"
>
> I laughed happily. "I like the way you think, you kinky slut." She
> looked down and blushed, but her ass continued to squirm against my
> hand, striving to impale herself on my fingers.
>
> I shoved two fingers inside, and she humped frantically against me. �
> Then I released her wrists, and took a handful of her short hair. �When
> I tugged her head back, her mouth fell open, and I shoved the fingers
> that had been in her cunt inside. She sucked avidly, groaning deep in
> her throat. and breathing loudly through her nose.
>
> I leaned in and whispered in her ear: �"You got a head start on this,
> didn't you?
>
> I pulled my hand from her mouth with an audible pop and smacked my
> fingertips lightly against her swollen cunt few times. Her whole body
> shuddered with each smack.
>
> "You weren't doing the crossword puzzle at all," I accused her. "You've
> been sitting here rubbing this swollen cunt." I punctuated the last few
> syllables with a series of smacks on her labia that had her yelping and
> bucking.
>
> "You sounded so sexy," she groaned, "I couldn't resist touching myself."
>
> "Well then," I said. I pulled her upright by her hair, till her head was
> arched back, her feet on tiptoes, and she cried out. Then, relaxing my
> grip a little, I guided her by her hair into the living room, loving her
> gasps as I tugged her head about, until her thighs were pressed against
> the high arm of the light blue sofa.
>
> "And down," I said, releasing her hair and pushing her shoulders. She
> overbalanced and tumbled forward, face down amid the sofa cushions, hips
> elevated across the arm.
>
> "Stay right there," I demanded. I stepped back, drinking in the sight of
> her pink ass wriggling as she worked her arms under herself on the sofa,
> the bushy brown hair and swollen lips of her cunt playing peek-a-boo as
> her legs flailed, toes failing to find purchase on the wood floor. � I
> shucked off my clothes hurriedly, leaving them puddled on the floor.
>
> Naked, I stepped up behind her and pushed her ass cheeks apart with my
> palms, displaying dark crinkled asshole, �shiny pink cunt. �I lined up
> my cock with that �wet lower target.
>
> "You want it?" I said, and rubbed the head of my cock over her extended
> clit.
>
> "Oh yes!" she groaned.
>
> "Please," I prompted her.
>
> "Please, please fuck meEEEE!" she said, her voice rising to a wail as I
> buried my cock in her in one steady thrust, till my hips rested against
> her cheeks and I felt her wetness against my balls. I held in place
> there for a moment, determined this time not to emerge till I'd come,
> and aware of how little time that was likely to be.
>
> Pam's legs were kicking futilely in the air �as she struggled without
> leverage to work her ass against me. �I took hold of her broad hips and
> worked her against my groin in short rocking thrusts.
>
> "Fuck me, you fucking tease, she demanded.
>
> "Tsk!" I said, "Language, Mrs. Upham." I leaned back, and gave her ass
> several more hard smacks, loving the sight of my cock disappearing
> between her thighs, her ass rolling from side to side under by blows.
>
> "Please, please, please" she tried again. "Please fuck me, Vinnie."
>
> "Well, when you ask so nicely," I said, �and immediately began to pound
> against her. "Yes, yes yes!" she wailed, �her hands clenched in fists.
>
> The pleasure of her cunt milking me, of her submissive squealing and
> wriggling, soon had my knees turning to water, and I slumped onto her,
> my weight supported on her back, my longer legs giving me enough
> purchase on the floor that I could still smack my hips against her ass
> audibly with each stroke. My reptilian brain took over, and I fell into
> a frantic rhythm, pounding furiously at her in a haze of need, all too
> soon roaring and emptying my balls into her in a series of violent
> spasms that left me breathless, sweat-slick, and slumped on top of her.
>
> I gulped air for a moment, floating in the haze of my release. "My ears
> are ringing," Pam said underneath me.
>
> I realized that most of my weight was still resting on her back and ass.
> "Am I too heavy?" I asked.
>
> "You're lovely," she said.
>
> I flexed my cock experimentally and the head swelled inside her,
> provoking a groan from the voluptuous woman beneath me. I worked my hips
> minutely against the cushion of her ass, careful of the sensitivity of
> my postorgasmic cockhead, and found a delicate little thread of arousal
> which I followed with caution and delight, for several minutes.
>
> It would have been the most boring porn video in the world. Slumped over
> her, my back running with sweat, I'd grind against Pam with
> millimeter-long jabs, gnawing at her shoulder while she groaned. Then I
> would pause and we would gasp together in silence, our sweat-slick flesh
> sliding and sticking by turns. By slow increments, I was eventually
> fucking her in long, gentle strokes, resting on each in stroke to pulse
> inside her for a breath before the next one.
>
> On one such pause, she murmured, "I may not have to suck you hard after
> all."
>
> "Not technically," I conceded, working my hips from side to side so she
> could feel how hard I was getting inside her. "But maybe I want to
> throatfuck you anyway."
>
> "Oh, god," she groaned, and her interior clenched around me.
>
> "In fact, I may need to use that pretty mouth right now," I said, and,
> with an effort, righted myself. "Turn over," I ordered, and she squirmed
> and wriggled until she was on her back on the sofa, her knees hooked
> over the arm. �She still had her low-cut sweater on, and I vacillated a
> moment between enjoyment of the atmosphere of hasty dishabille that that
> produced, and wanting to get my hands on her tits. Reminding myself that
> I'd likely have plenty of opportunities for the latter at some other
> time, I walked around the sofa. Her eyes tracked my bobbing cock.
>
> I pinned her unresisting hands against the far arm of the sofa, and
> carefully straddled her shoulders. My genitals were a couple inches
> above her face, and her eyes were almost crossed maintaining focus on
> them. "I'm torn between smearing my slimy cock all over that pretty
> face," I told her, "and making you lick all of our come off," iItold
> her. "You can lick my balls while I think about which is nastier."
>
> I leaned down a bit, and her hot mouth sealed to my scrotum, her tongue
> lapping eagerly at the tender skin. I sighed in pleasure, and stroked my
> cock with the hand that wasn't pinning her wrists. "Now lick my cock," I
> told her, and she angled her head upward, running her broad tongue along
> its length.
>
> "Taste good?" I asked, and she nodded her head silently. "Now open wide..."
>
> She complied, and I aimed the angry purple head of my cock at her lips,
> then paused savoring the anticipation. The moment the head was inside,
> she was sucking fiercely at it, but I pressed on. I took hold of her
> head and held it steady as I pushed more of my cock into her mouth until
> the head was up against the back of her throat. I began rocking against
> her there, while she sucked at me, her brow furrowed in concentration,
> her face flushed.
>
> Then I withdrew, and she whimpered at the removal of my cock. A string
> of drool connected her plump lower lip with the head of my cock. "You
> want some more?" I said.
>
> "Yes, please," she whispered, then sucked avidly as I jammed my cock
> back in.
>
> I groaned at the heat and suction of her eager mouth, then pulled out
> again. "Damn, you're a hungry cocksucker, Mrs. Upham," I groaned. I
> rubbed my wet cock over her face, leaving her cheeks shining with saliva
> and precome. "Nasty bitch," I murmured to her. "I want to smack your
> pretty face."
>
> She nodded, and my hand struck her cheek lightly. She gasped, and my
> cock was once more shoved into her mouth. I hit her again, and her
> mouth's suction increased and she groaned deep in her throat. I started
> fucking her mouth harder and harder, watching carefully to make sure she
> could take it, but she continued to groan in submissive delight, her
> brows knit and her mouth sealed on the shaft of my cock.
>
> The psychological charge of throatfucking the woman pinned beneath me
> was enormous, but the logistical challenges of the position were
> daunting. �Shaking with excitement, I popped my cock out of her mouth,
> and she whimpered plaintively.
>
> "I need to fuck you," I said, dismounting her head, "Like now. Get on
> your hands and knees."
>
> She sat up and shook her head, clearing it a bit. "What time is it?" she
> asked.
>
> "Oh, no," I said. "No more interruptions. No more getting up and
> running. No."
>
> "Is it after ten?" she wheedled.
>
> Involuntarily, I glanced at my watch. It was 10:40. "What if it is?"
>
> "The lady's croquet club is very eager to meet you..."
>
> I gaped, incredulous. "Croquet!?" I gestured toward my rigid cock. "Do I
> look like I'm particularly eager to play croquet?"
>
> She opened her mouth to reply.
>
> "--and you can skip the mallet jokes," I added.
>
> She stood, took hold of one of my hands, guided it to her cunt. I felt
> wiry hair; hot, wet flesh, the crinkly hood of her clit, then the hard
> little knot of her clitoris itself. She gasped at the contact, ground
> herself against my fingertip. "Feel that?" she said. "You're going to
> make me come today, Vinnie. Several times, at least. But first you
> should meet the croquet club."
>
> "I get to fuck you after the game?" I asked, relenting.
>
> "Silly boy! You get to fuck me during."
>
> END
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Very interesting.
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